#incurse

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Geto!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 205.

You’ll retain the ability to use your cursed energy manipulation to increase your physical strength, though only enough to barely lift a car.

You will also be given a wooden stave.

Enjoy your stay!

THEMED HCS

⏳ a time themed hc

[[ Did you know that, as of 2077, Johnny is 88 years old? But he is perpetually trapped as a 35 year old. Time passes differently to an engram. Whilst in Mikoshi, he couldn't really feel the passage of time. The only general frame of reference he had was whenever a suit would use him for questioning, and often they would just go to memory-editing to do that rather than actually talking to him. Johnny is trapped in the mentality of the mimicry of who he was at 35. Sometimes he hardly believes it's been 50 years, but after seeing Rogue it becomes a little more believable.

You went on what is probably the most useless errand run ever. You didn’t even need anything. You just wandered around until something caught your eye and filled you with want.

You bought tape.

For no reason in particular, really. Now that you have it, you’ve been breaking off pieces and sticking them to yourself. Under your cloak, on the brim of your hat, right under your glove where your wrist is exposed. You run your fingers over that strip. It feels smooth. Your skin is stuck and squished underneath it. You peel it up a tad, noticing how the adhesive seems to have caught the various imprints of your skin and immortalized them. You stick it back down.

Now you play this "game" for a bit. Peel, stick, peel, stick, peel, stick… You like it. It feels good. The strip eventually loses its adhesive and no longer sticks to you. You may not have given it the best purpose, but maybe it feels fulfilled. If strips of tape are capable of feeling much of anything. Regardless, it is now useless to you like this, so you discard it … … ......

…………into the trash bin you stand beside. Because you don’t litter.

ʚїɞ - "I've killed before. Demons. But never another human." Caught practicing her magic against a tree trunk, Fern supposed to was only natural that someone would wonder what she used her offensive magic for. A weakened magic beam had been enough to pierce all the way through the tree trunk when she narrowed the beam, after all.

jealousy    is    a    fever    dream      .                     𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲'𝐬    𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬      .           malice    is    snaked    around    thy    spine      .           one    glance      &      she    is    diseased      .          a    plague    of    resentment      .          spite    admires    the    rot    in    her    stomach      .                     ❝                   she’s    right    over    there      !           drape    yourself    all    over    me      ,      love      .                     ❞                   faux    affection    glorifies    her      .           a    wandering    hand      ,      a    pageant    smile      .           she    feigns    adoration    as    sweetly    as    it    brutalized    her      .                      ❝                    is    she    looking    at    us      ?          she    better    be    ready    to    gouge    her    own    eyes    out      !                   ❞